While working in the animation world, I began to make watercolor paintings. This was around 1980, when the airbrush was a very hip tool. There was no Photoshop. Everything was hand-painted and laboriously composited with friskets. Even the computers I worked on several years later produced a television resolution image that could only be exported to videotape. I was accepted into The Atlantic Gallery, a cöop in SoHo, and had one solo show in 1980. I was also in several group shows.

The inadequacy and discomfort I feel in socializing with people is echoed in my disinterest in using them as subjects for my artwork. Most of my work during this time features sparse, surreal landscapes with giant plants or animals – my idyllic visions of comfort.